Privilege

I’m so fortunate to live in on a spot of this planet where my neighbors can’t see me dancing into the night. I also hope they can’t hear me singing. There’s only one house, close enough, that could possibly hear if I really belt one out.

Ideally, that wouldn’t be a concern, but that might be pushing it a bit too far.

Met those neighbors a couple of days ago and they are not likely to dial 911 and say they think their neighbor is in a mental health crisis.

But, if they did, it’s very unlikely that bullets would be fired, ending my life.

I’m thankful for the privilege that I have for not having to be concerned about that. I am also very sorry that there are many other beings on this planet don’t have that privilege.